Angor looked at Zeus Thundercloud.
He hesitated for a few seconds and reached out his hand to pat the creature's "head".
It was soft, like some kind of fluffy bread.
But what followed was a blinding flash of electricity. Next, Angor felt a numbing sensation from his palm all the way to the back of his head as if he was touching a nettle leaf. Every inch of skin on his palm was screaming in pain and heat.
Angor slowly withdrew his hand. "…"
Laplace noticed Angor's movement and explained, "Thundereye — no, Zeus doesn't usually control its electricity. It's already trying its best to shrink its body. "
"I see." Angor looked at Zeus Thundercloud, which now looked like a fat man sucking in his stomach.
"Zeus Thundercloud sensed Angor's" electricity "and quickly backed away." Zeus … Zeus … "
Laplace translated for Angor, "It said it'll control itself when you come again."
"… I see."
Zeus Thundercloud slowly floated above the tea table and looked at Angor with an expectant look. "Zeus? Zeus? "
Laplace: "It's asking you, can you touch it again next time?"
Angor remained silent for two seconds. "I'll try."
After receiving Angor's answer, Zeus Thundercloud returned to its "fat man" form and floated above the tea table.
Lightning flashed in the cloud, matching the frequency of the dancing tea table.
When everything calmed down, Angor looked at Laplace and asked about the clone.
Laplace asked, "Divine blood clones? She's already here. "
Laplace said as he looked at the Black Forest.
He followed her gaze and saw "Laplace" walking out of the Dark Forest. She was wearing a black and red dress, and she was walking on a rugged path full of weeds.
Her dark purple hair seemed to have merged with the darkness of the forest.
His black and red eyes were like bats in a dark cave, flashing with an indescribable luster.
She was … Angor's clone.
In the past, the appearance of the God's Blood doppelganger was always accompanied by endless chatter. Therefore, even though she was dressed very goth and looked like a vampire girl, she had never felt that kind of horror.
But today, she had quietly appeared. Her eyes were dark and gloomy, and in addition to the pitch-black forest, her long purple hair fluttered in the wind. She was like a young girl from hell, demonic and terrifying.
In particular, the mouth of the God's Blood doppelganger made her even more terrified.
On the pale face of the doppelganger, strange runes were drawn with dark red "paint," which looked like a strange rune array.
The center of the formation, or rather, the origin of the formation, was the mouth of the doppelganger.
Her bright red lips were covered in blood-red veins. These veins formed a strange pattern on her face.
Soon, the God's Blood clone reached the edge of the Black Forest.
A rustling sound accompanied her.
It was the sound of leather boots stepping on dead wood and broken leaves.
The clone walked to the tea table and gave Angor a resentful glare before he slowly sat down on the right side of the table.
She happened to be right across from Angor.
Angor looked at the doppelganger for a while and couldn't help but ask, "What happened to your mouth?"
The doppelganger didn't answer. Instead, she looked at Laplace.
"She can't speak right now, so I have to do it for her," Laplace said.
"I can see that."
Given the nagging nature of the God's Blood doppelganger, it must have been affected by some external factor that prevented her from speaking.
Laplace said, "The blood patterns on her mouth are the result of the special ritual she's been preparing recently."
The blessing given by the doppelganger was only a verbal blessing. However, it was still affected by supernatural factors. In other words, her blessing was effective.
It was similar to the "Spirit of Words".
Words must be kept. Once spoken, the law would be enforced.
Such a powerful ability was not something that could be easily unleashed. Preparations had to be made in advance. It was similar to how some wizards needed materials to cast spells.
The doppelganger prepared by mixing blood ink and drawing veins for the blessing ritual.
"So, the veins on her face are a blessing ritual?"
Laplace nodded. "Yes. When she starts the ritual, she can't speak anymore. Otherwise, her spirit energy will leak out, and the blessing won't work. "
This was also the reason why the God's Blood Clone did not speak.
It wasn't that she couldn't speak. Once she did, the ritual would automatically fail.
"When the ritual is over, she'll be able to speak again." Laplace paused. "But then, there will be a new side effect."
Angor frowned. "New side effect? Is it serious? "
The doppelganger couldn't answer, but she gave Angor a look that said, "Very serious."
"If that's the case, maybe we should just … forget about it?"
Angor didn't expect much from the doppelganger's blessing anyway. If the doppelganger suffered serious consequences because of a single blessing, it wouldn't be worth it at all.
Angor's clone's eyes lit up for a second, but he quickly hid his expression and let out a long sigh, as if he was sighing helplessly.
At this moment, Laplace said indifferently, "There's no turning back once the arrow is shot. When she drew the lines on her face, she was already in the middle of the blessing ceremony. Even if you cancel it, you will have to pay a corresponding price, or even more. "
Due to the cancellation of the ceremony, all the previous preparations were meaningless. Even the blood ink was wasted.
The blood ink made by the doppelganger was made from the rare blood in his blood bank. If he gave up the blessing ceremony, it would be a waste of the rare blood.
The price he had to pay would naturally be much higher.
Laplace said, "Also, the side effects of the blessing ritual … aren't that serious."
The moment Laplace finished his words, the doppelganger tapped the table with his knuckles and looked at Laplace seriously.
He seemed to want to correct her choice of words.
She didn't say anything, but he could guess what she was thinking. "Not serious? How could it not be serious? This is extremely serious! "
Laplace glanced at the clone but didn't say anything. Instead, he looked at Angor and said, "That's subjective. At least, I don't think it's that bad in the eyes of others."
"You can think of it this way."
"A child accidentally dropped his favorite teddy bear into a quagmire," Laplace said. "Do you think it's serious?"
He wanted to say "no", but he thought about it and chose a more careful tone. "It might be bad for children, but it's not too bad for others."
It was just a teddy bear, after all. Compared to other important things like health, life, and faith, the teddy bear was child's play.
Besides, the teddy bear was only stained by mud, and it could be cleaned up easily.
In his opinion, it wasn't serious at all.
Laplace said, "Same thing. This is the side effect of the blessing performed by the doppelganger. She thinks it's serious, but it's not that serious in the eyes of others. "
Angor didn't know what the side effect was, but he had a general idea of how serious it was.
The doppelganger, on the other hand, looked away unhappily.
Angor didn't know what to say. It didn't seem appropriate to answer Laplace's question. After all, he was the recipient of the blessing, not an outsider.
He considered and decided not to say anything, just like the doppelganger.
Laplace didn't say anything either. The tea table fell into a rare silence.
The quiet atmosphere lasted for half a minute before someone broke the silence.
"If you're not going to perform the blessing ritual, why don't you listen to my report? Um … about the Blood Calamity. "
The speaker was sitting right next to Angor.
It wasn't Laplace.
Angor was startled by her sudden voice. He didn't see anyone when he sat down.
Angor turned around and saw a translucent figure sitting on the empty seat on his right.
This was a person who was translucent from head to toe. Even his hair was translucent, making him look like a ghost. Only her eyes weren't translucent. Instead, they contained a mixture of dark blue and emerald.
Angor recognized her. She was the doppelganger who specialized in teleportation.
Only the doppelganger could sneak up to Angor without being noticed.
"New information from the Blood Calamity?" Angor asked.
The doppelganger nodded. "Yes. Not long ago, the Blood Calamity sent us a new report. Also, the information this time is quite interesting. "
"Do you want me to tell you now?"
Angor was about to nod, but before he could say anything, the doppelganger slammed the table and stood up. She pointed at her own mouth with her index finger.
"Ugh! Ugh! "
The doppelganger didn't say anything, but her intention was clear. Compared to letting the doppelganger share information about the Blood Calamity, she preferred to perform the blessing ritual first so that she could speak.
The doppelganger didn't mind. "Since you insist, let's begin the blessing ritual first."
"Now?" Laplace finally spoke.
The doppelganger nodded again. "Now!"
"What's the side effect? You haven't told me yet."
Laplace said, "There aren't many side effects. You'll see later."
Without waiting for Angor's reply, Laplace suddenly put her hands together and released a beam of white light from between her fingers.
When the light completely covered the area, Angor found himself standing in front of a temple that was shining with gentle light.
Layers upon layers of tall fences surrounded the magnificent temple.
There were exquisite carvings everywhere. Even the fence was carved with perfect irises.
Angor was standing right outside the fences.
"Forward." Laplace's voice came from behind. Angor turned around and saw Laplace standing right next to him.
"Where are we?"
Angor asked as he followed behind Laplace.
"The place where the doppelganger used to live. It's also where the ritual will be held."
Soon, they stepped into the fences and saw a holy temple in the distance, as well as a fountain and a garden nearby.
The sound of running water from the fountain was like a faraway bagpipe, with a hint of holiness.
There were also exotic flowers and plants in the garden. Flashing butterflies danced in pure white, bowl-shaped flower buds. The golden apple tree emitted a dazzling radiance. Flying fairies were wrapped in ribbons. Everything was like a dream.
Walking in the garden felt like walking into a fairytale. Angor couldn't help but feel happy and relaxed.
After passing through the dreamy garden, they arrived at the temple.
Above the gate of the temple was a row of human … or rather, humanoid statues. Some of them were reading books, some were writing rapidly with excited expressions. Some were standing under the scales, judging evil and rewarding good. Some were kneeling in front of the church and praying silently.
All the statues were extremely clear. Angor could even see their inner thoughts from their facial features.
It was enough to show how skilled the sculptor was.
"These statues are all from the God of Sculpture and Engraving." Laplace paused for a second when he mentioned the name of this god. "This is the god in the world where the God's Blood doppelganger once lived."
Angor nodded.
According to Laplace, there were many gods in the world where the doppelganger used to live. However, those gods tended to be pragmatic. For example, there was the God of Faun who helped develop agriculture, the God of Cleanliness who kept families clean, and the Doll Fighter who protected children's dreams …
In short, everything was about practicality. Even the gods were practical gods.
Therefore, it was only natural that there was a God of Sculpture and Engraving here.
"These statues are the followers of the God of Preciseness. They spent their lives practicing preciseness and achieved great things. That's why they became the gatekeepers of the Temple of Preciseness."
The God of Preciseness was the doppelganger of the doppelganger.
"So, this is the doppelganger's temple? The Temple of Preciseness?"
Laplace nodded. "The Temple of Preciseness is also called the God of Preciseness. But you can call it the Temple of Preciseness."
"What about the doppelganger of the doppelganger?"
"Look, it's right there."
As soon as Laplace finished speaking, the gate of the temple opened. Dazzling light scattered in all directions, followed by the holy singing of a choir.
Angor looked into the temple from afar.
It was as if someone had turned on a skin-grinding filter. The Tyndall effect was everywhere. Countless paths of light made the entire temple look extremely sacred.
At the end of the temple, Angor saw a tall white statue.
It was the doppelganger of the doppelganger!
(End of Chapter)
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